Too Late To Beg: The Unwanted Wife Is An Heiress

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alth and deceit. I could see them-the clinking glasses, the force

at something a business partner said. It was the same laugh he used when

awed its way

r with a look of awe. "But... if we put your name on it, peo

lp him rise. Eager to be

llroom, they were displaying the blueprints for t

ry Everleigh and Ignatz

ng walls at 3:00 AM while Ignatz slept. I had solved the

y removed my contribution and grafted it o

ace doors where I stood. He looked flushed, happy. He pushed

he asked, not looking at

to your assis

ut once Everleigh's movie wraps, things will settle down. I was thinking... I can

e his mistress. A kept wo

peated, the word

you. I just can't have you

ox. He turned back to the room, preparing to go ba

fice anymore,

? Look, go home. Get some

him, shooting a glare at me through the gl

dism

eel the cramping returning, a physical rem

he apartment fo

g. I didn't tu

our first year. The dried roses from a Valentine's Day three years ago. The f

the metal trash

uck a

es curl the edges of the photo. I watched his smiling face me

and opened my leather-boun

y 1,

n quicksand. Today, he asked me to be his dirty se

mped. I poured five years

sorry. Mommy loved the wrong person. I

I left it on the

and the discharge papers from the hospital. The diagnosis: Sp

One to my father, Arlington. One to Kaleb, my father's protégé and

od

phone on

e. I walked out of the apartm

teps heavy but steady. Behind me, the city celebrated the engageme

time in five years